Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Warning! I'm feeling really schmoopy tonight.

Stealing Cinderella, by Chuck Wicks

I came to see her daddy for sit down man to manIt wasn't any secret i'd be asking for her handI guess that's why he left me waiting in the living room by myselfwith at least a dozen pictures of her sitting on a shelf

She was playing CinderellaShe was riding her first bikeBouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fightRunning through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grinDancing with her dad, looking up at himIn her eyes I'm Prince CharmingBut to him I'm just some fellariding in and stealing Cinderella

I leaned in towards those pictures to get a better look at oneWhen I heard a voice behind me say "Now, ain't she something, son?"I said "Yes, she quite a woman" and he just stared at meThen I realized that in his eyes she would always be

Playing CinderellaRiding her first bikeBouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fightRunning through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grinDancing with her dad, looking up at himIn her eyes I'm Prince CharmingBut to him I'm just some fella riding in and stealing Cinderella

He slapped me on the shoulderThen he called her in the roomWhen she threw her arms around himThat's when I could see it too

She was Playing CinderellaRiding her first bikeBouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fightRunning through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grinDancing with her dad, looking up at himIf he gives me a hard timeI can't blame the fellaI'm the one who's stealing Cinderella